Blonde
Written by Kip Moore, Steven Olsen, Josh Miller & David Garcia
Recorded by Kip Moore
Album: Slowheart (2017)
(Capo on 3)
Intro.: |(Am) |(F)(C)| x 2
(Verse 1)
(Am) I saw you in a magazine just the (F) other (C)day
(Am) When they asked you where you came from, funny you for-(F)got this (C)place
(Am) I guess you caught amnesia, we've been knowing you be-(F)fore Pre-(C)K
(Am) Can't hide the real you behind that (F)new fake (C)name
(Chorus)
You can (G)chase the (Am) lights, you can (F)chase the (C) fame
Used to be the (G)captain of the cheer (Am)team
Now you're just a (F)never coming home-(C)coming queen
Don't sell yourself (Em/G)long girl, (Am) you (F)must be con-(C)fused
You ain't even (Em/G)Blonde girl, (Am) or even (F)true to your (C)roots, yeah
Solo: |(Am) |(F)(C)| x 2
(Bridge)
(Am) I saw your Mama and your sister on Sunday
Your little brother starts school on Monday
Your granddaddy'd roll over in his grave
If he saw the way you changed
(Chorus)
You can (G)chase the (Am) lights, you can (F)chase the (C) fame
Used to be the (G)captain of the cheer (Am)team
Now you're just a (F)never coming home-(C)coming queen
Don't sell yourself (Em/G)long girl, (Am) you (F)must be con-(C)fused
You ain't even (Em/G)Blonde girl, (Am) or even (F)true to your (C)roots
Yeah, (Em/G)ah, ah, (Am) yeah, (F)ah, ah (C)
Yeah, (Em/G)ah, ah, (Am) ah (F)(C)
Yeah, (Em/G)ah, ah, (Am) yeah, (F)ah, ah (C)
Yeah, (Em/G)ah, ah, (Am) ah (F)(C)
(Verses 3)
(Am) I used to love your lips girl, they had a (F)down home (C)taste
(Am) So why'd you go and fill 'em girl, mess up the (F)ones that God (C)gave
(Chorus)
You can (G)chase the (Am) lights, you can (F)chase the (C) fame
Used to be the (G)captain of the cheer (Am)team
Now you're just a (F)never coming home-(C)coming queen
Don't sell yourself (Em/G)long girl, (Am) you (F)must be con-(C)fused
You ain't even (Em/G)Blonde girl, (Am) or even (F)true to your (C)roots
(Tag)
(Yeah, ah, ah) (G)We were right there (Am)when your Daddy wasn't
(Yeah, ah, ah) (F)We were there the (C)first time you got drunk
(Yeah, ah, ah, ah) (G)Couldn't even hold (Am)up your head
So (F)I picked you up and (C) put you in bed
(Yeah, ah, ah) My (G)shirt dried your tears when (Am)Brett broke your heart
(Yeah, ah, ah) (F)I took the blame in (C)that old cop car
(Yeah, ah, ah, ah) (G)Laughed when you choked (Am)on your first smoke
(F)Watching you now (C)is a damn joke, yeah
(G)(Am) Yeah, (F)ah, ah (C)
Yeah, (G)ah, ah, (Am) yeah (F)(C) - - - - -
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